(This chapter is pm a make out scene. Warning! It might be terrible! This is my first written one. Jk)
We walked to the homestead hand-in-hand. It would be night soon. The doors would close soon. Everyone would be asleep soon. It would be silent soon.
Minho opened the door of the homestead for me. Once inside he closed the door quietly behind him and smirked "Ready for me to tell you about my idea?" He said leading me up the stairs and into our room.
"I'm pretty sure I already now what your idea is." I say giggling.
"Oh ya!" He says opening the door to our room "What is it then, you mind reader." He smirks as we both walk into the room. He carefully and quietly shuts and locks the door behind him.
"You want me. Don't you?" I respond still smiling and laughing.
"What do you mean!" He says innocently. Well, fake innocently.
"You know dam well what I mean. And I love your idea." He smiles as I say that.
"You do, do ya? You don't even know if that really is the plan."
"Well, is it."
"Um..ya." he says, knowing that I'm usually right. And that he can almost never fool me. I smile, proud. That's the one thing I have over him. That I pretty much know what he's thinking.
I sit down on the small lumpy bed in our room. Its not comfy but its a bed and I'm with Minho. "Let's get started babe." I say with an excited fire in my eyes. We haven't done this before but I'm really excited to try. And I almost forget how nervous I am to do this because WICKED felt the need that when they sent me up they sent some pregnancy testers too. I kinda wanted to show WICKED that I was better that that. But then I met Minho, and I knew that I was gunna use a few of those tests. Even if they never end up positive.
Minho sat down on the bed next to me. "C'mon Jess. Let's get this started shall we?" He smiled looking into my eyes. I held gaze. Looking into his perfect brown eyes into my ugly black-brown ones. I hope that if we ever do have a kid together that the kid gets all of his genes and none of mine. Cause if the kid gets mine its gonna have a hard life.
Minho moves my legs so they wrap around his waist. I move my body closer to his, smiling. He fumbles with the hem of my shirt before taking it off. He looked at me and smiled.
"This your first time Jess?" He asks me with a smirk on his face.
"It is my first time. But in suspecting its not yours." I smirk back "How many times have you?"
Minho looked at me surprised "You got me! Again! And yes, I've done this a lot. But not in the glade yet. And it never had the spark that I feel when your near me. Jess, you make me so nervous. Like that this will all be a joke, a prank. That your really with one of the other guys. Like you could have chosen any of those guys out there and you chose me. Why'd you do it?"
I give him a look like 'seriously. Your joking right' and respond to him: "Minho, you've got to be kidding me! Your perfect! Perfect. And I'm the ugly depressed girl who spends her nighs crying surrounded by her own blood. And you ask me why I chose you!" Minho was shocked. Shocked. By what I said. Apparently he he doesn't think of himself as perfect. Or of me as depressed an ugly. We see the world differently. That's what draws us together.
Minho moves our bodies closer. Putting his hands just below my hips. He was starting to get to areas on me only he could touch. I'm sure I'd do the same with him soon enough.
I took his shirt off. Now were even. Somewhat. He starts fiddling with the straps of my bra. I giggle. He smiles at me knowing that I love it when he messes with my bra.
He unclips it. He unclipped my bra! He's never done that before! I'm so excited. Joy refills me. He smirks. I smirk back. He unzips my fly. Not dropping his gaze from mine. I try to do the same to him but I miss his fly. I drop my gaze and unzip it. I return my gaze. Minho looks as excited as I am.
He backs away slightly so he can take my bottoms off. I follow suit, taking his off. He moved back closer to me.
(Imagine all you want.)